Of course she knows everything. It’s likely her favorite part of this whole raven magic thing. She can do all sorts of everything, but knowledge is power. The bay and white queen has always sought knowledge above all else, and now she has an army of spies. Though she is quickly becoming well known as the Raven Queen, and she suspects they some of the kingdoms may start killing the real ravens. She’ll have to switch to shadow ravens and light ravens then perhaps. More obvious than the feathered variety, but impossible to kill.
Though of course, some of the smaller perks were rather enjoyable too. She wore the crown that she didn’t need because it amused her. Because she could. She needed no other reason. Those in the kingdom knew without asking that she ruled, even before the ravens. She hardly needed a crown. But why not have a little fun? She didn’t understand those with traits that just never used them, pretended to be something normal. Not that she ever needed traits, but having them just made everything sweeter.
“I’ve met him,” she says with a slight grin. “He was greeting a newcomer. Already working for the Chamber, it seems. You’ll have to forgive me though, I’m not even going to attempt that name.” She laughs, not really asking forgiveness. “What were you two thinking with that one?” But she means well enough by the question, even if it could be construed as rude. Though it’s obvious that’s not her aim, but still. That name. Oh dear good.
“You know, we need more diplomats too. But I am glad you are enjoying fatherhood. And Engelsfors, of course.” Her grin widens slightly, a bit teasing now. She can’t help it. It’s rather fun, even if it might drive them all nuts that she knows the details of their personal lives. But of course, she doesn’t run around screaming it to the world. She has that much courtesy, at least.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission